Saturday, July 31, 2010

Yardwork...

My family knows a dark secret about me... I hate doing yard work. I am ok once I am started but getting there is a real chore. I love things that grow and look beautiful but I hate maintaining them. When I was 14, my dad suggested that I contract with the apartment building dwellers on our Army post in Germany to maintain their yards. For 10 - 12 dollars a month I mowed, weeded, and trimmed around several 6 and 8 family apartment buildings. It was a year round job so I shoveled and salted in the winter too - sometimes 2 and 3 times a day. Although I enjoyed having the pocket money it provided, it made for some long days, particularly in the wintertime. By the time we moved back to the states in 1971, I owned two power lawn mowers and an assortment of gardening tools that would fill Juan and Paco's pick-em-up truck. Don't know what ever happened to those... I think my distaste for the green-thumb stuff dates back to my first horticultural experience. I was 9, I think. We lived in Chambersburg, PA. My dad took me out one day to an overgrown lawn, pointed to the push mower, and said "This is your job." I strained and pushed for hours on that mower and made little progress. I was convinced that the push mower was developed during the Inquisition by Jesuit torturers to extract confessions. Anyway, I worked at that for over a week, I think, and never finished. The worst part about it is that now I have no children around to share this wonderful experience with... when we come to visit, don't ask.

3 comments:

Tyler and Brigitte Brown said...

No comment? Just kidding hahaha. I actually remember when we (your kids) were young talking amongst ourselves about how you guys were going to manage ALL the chores and ALL the yardwork when we left. You had a pretty good crew there for a while, haha. Love you guys!

Shelley and Steve said...

Where are the pictures? We want to see the fruits of your labors...

The Keogans said...

What fruits?? they cut all the trees back.... there are no fruits. ;)
The pile of rubbish is almost gone in their backyard. They've been workin' at it a week at a time, a trash bin at a time.